A wonderful Fisking

I’m neither terribly for nor against paramedics working as employees in the ED, but I love people ripping apart straw man arguments.

Texas ENA’s Unprofessional Attack on EMS

Author’s note: I generally avoid posting non-tech matters on my blog, but this unprofessional, unsubstantiated, fear-mongering attack of EMS in Texas has me boiling. I present to you something that doesn’t just affect Texas EMS, but EMS in the entirety of the United States of America. This has been fought in other states, and if it isn’t stopped now, will set a precedent and spill into many more states and regions. If you want to advance, you don’t do it by holding your siblings down in mediocrity and attacking their skills and intelligence. They seem to have taken a page out of the book, “How to Get Ahead in Life by Attacking Your Colleagues.” It is uncalled for.

Go, now, and enjoy.

 

They call me ‘Doc’

For the mighty Navy Corpsmen, past, current and future.

 

Olivet Nazarene University ED Nursing graphic

Well done, and some good information:

nursegraphic2

 

via http://graduate.olivet.edu/

TELCO types, I have a question

So, I figure someone out there knows the answer to this, and I’ll share my guess, but I can’t find an answer on the internet.

My Question: Why does my cell phone ignore (or add) a “1” with a phone call, but my POTS* line phone doesn’t. Not only does it not just ignore unnecessary “1”s, it makes the annoying tri-tone and tells me it’s not necessary to dial a 1.

Well, if you know it’s not necessary, why not ignore it and put the call through?

 

My guess: the equipment being used is so old it cannot be taught new ticks, but I’d be interested in an informed answer.

*Plain Old Telephone System (I found this when getting my first DSL line).

What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger

unless it’s the tail rotor. They will straight up kill you.

Buy the t-shirt!

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I read blogs were dead the other day

And then forgot to check this one.

It’s not dead, it’s just being left fallow. You have my apologies.

It’s fallow as I’m in one of those weird career places, where I’m doing just enough interesting things that are fun but that I cannot talk about, and so rather than screw up I self-censor. Long-form blogging isn’t dead for me, but now really isn’t the time.

 

 

12 STI’s of Christmas, 2014

I missed posting this last year!

My yearly Christmas favorite, reposted:

Courtesy of the British National Health Service (click the banner):

Hmmm.

NSFW. Funny, but Unsafe for work,unless your work involves STD’s in which case it’s required.

It’s my seasonal favorite post, and I hope it’s one of yours.

Not the STD’s, the funny song with equally amusing illustrations. The backstory, from a previous blog post:

I have seen several searches of this blog for the British National Health Services’ “12 STI’s of Christmas“, and wondered why. The answer: the NHS site no longer carries the wonderful show, for reasons unknown to me. As for the searches, I guess the Christmas season has people thinking about sexually transmitted infections (diseases on this side of the Pond) set to Christmas tunes.

Merry Christmas!

Happy Birthday to my brudder, and a niece!

a reprise…

For my little brother (who’s taller and smarter than me, thank goodness I’m better looking):

He’s a touch older than in this picture (he was the lead mechanical engineer making this thing fly, in one year):

The Aerospace Genius and one of his creations.

The Aerospace Genius and one of his creations.

 

And, to my niece Annie! I have no pics of her with an airplane, but when I get one, I’ll keep it for her next birthday.

How I feel about ATLS, in someone else’ tweet

Perfect.

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Dear Amazon, a couple of requests

I frequently order from you (check my records, I’m not exaggerating). I’m giving you this feedback just as the Christmas shopping season starts to help you, not out of spite.

First, had I wanted USPS to deliver my packages I’d order from someone other than a class act like Amazon. So, please don’t use an organization that’s dying for a reason (inability to get the job done).

Second, if you’re going to use USPS (and see #1, you shouldn’t), please don’t ask for a signature on a $50 order. UPS and FedEx know us quite well, and know our neighborhood is remote and really really safe, so they know where the packages should be placed/hidden. USPS apparently doesn’t.

In fact, they have failed to deliver my package twice now, twice sending me an email that they left me a note (they didn’t) and telling me when they tried (when we were home, both times). Getting the picture? USPS isn’t reliable, or trustworthy. So stop trusting them with our business.

Happy Birthday, Marines!

SemperFi

I post this every year, and I still enjoy it…
original poster from: stores.ebay.com/WONDERFULART

Grumpy People Get the Details Right — Science of Us

Think back to the last time you had to navigate a customer-service situation. Perhaps you were trying to make a doctor’s appointment when few convenient times were available, or you may have been speaking with a credit-card rep in an effort to get a onetime waiver on a late payment charge. Maybe you were speaking with an airline representative in hopes of finagling priority seating. Did you adopt a warm tone and play nice? Or did you raise your voice and speak aggressively? You are a nice person, so you probably chose the kind route. The tough pill for most of us to swallow is that those overbearing screamers often get their way. Feisty personalities, although unpleasant, can be tremendously effective.

via Grumpy People Get the Details Right — Science of Us.

I am vindicated!

Happy 239th Birthday US Navy

Here’s to all those in the Sea Services. There’s a nice writeup on Navy history at Military.com.

How To Discourage a Doctor | The Health Care Blog

A modern parable.

RICHARD GUNDERMAN, MD

Not accustomed to visiting hospital executive suites, I took my seat in the waiting room somewhat warily.

Seated across from me was a handsome man in a well-tailored three-piece suit, whose thoroughly professional appearance made me – in my rumpled white coat, sheaves of dog-eared paper bulging from both pockets – feel out of place.

Within a minute, an administrative secretary came out and escorted him into one of the offices. Exhausted from a long call shift and lulled by the quiet, I started to doze off. Soon roused by the sound of my own snoring, I started and looked about.

That was when I spotted the document on an adjacent chair. Its title immediately caught my eye: “How to Discourage a Doctor.”

via How To Discourage a Doctor | The Health Care Blog.

Happy Birthday to our youngest

Another happy birthday, sweetie!
Moriah and Scott (120 of 803)